Our Last Dance

I danced with two people at my wedding. The one I married, and the one I wish I married.

Don't get me wrong, my husband's a great guy. He's everything a girl could want. He's considerate, romantic, funny... I SHOULD love him. That's what everyone wants. But...

I don't.

I don't love him. But how are you supposed to tell someone that on your wedding day? How are you supposed to tell someone that ANY day?

I remember that night. As I was fixing my dress, I saw the One. The Real One.

I tried to ignore that fluttering in my chest, the butterflies, the urge to shout out the truth! We could never be together but...

I stood up. I wobbled over, pretending I was distracted by the night sky, until I stood by the table.

'Hey,' I whispered.

That curved, delicate body, that long, flowing hair that stretched down to her ruby dress...

'Hey,' she finally answered, turning her blue eyes on me. Those deep, sapphire eyes like a whirlpool, sucking in my strength.

'Y-You had a good time tonight?'

She mumbled something.

'Sorry?'

'I said yeah. It's been good. Real good.'

'Oh. Well...' I twiddled my thumbs, unable to look at her soft, smooth face. 'That's good...'

Silence. She was watching me intently, patiently, waiting for me to say something. No... Expecting something from me...

She sighed, 'Did you just come over here to stare at me?'

'W-what? No! I just... I just wanted to tell you that...'

This is it, I told myself. Time to admit it, right here. At my wedding. Crush my husband's heart... destroy my reputation... disappoint my parents

'I... I wanna dance with you...' I mumbled, regretting my cowardice.

'Whazzat?'

'I wanna dance with you!'

Some heads turned my way. I muttered an apology.

She laughed. Not her usual hearty one though. 'Oh?' Her voice wobbled, 'That so?' She took a final gulp of her champagne and rose from her seat.

She held her hand out, a cheeky grin on her face, 'I believe it is more appropriate if I ask the bride to dance.'

So I took her hand. And we danced.

And it was all so... so... I don't know the word for it. She was a perfect dancer, she was perfect at everything she did. Her steps were graceful, her movements gentle. We kept watching each other, gazing into each other's eyes.

And I guess we both knew. We both knew what the other was thinking. We were both waiting. Waiting to say it. To admit it. To shout it. To build our life together. To get married together. To live our lives together.

To BE together.

But...

The song ended.

Our dance ended.

She gave my cheek a secret peck and whispered, 'Congratulations.'

And that was it. Our last moment together. Our last dance.

I danced with two people at my wedding. The one I married, and the one I wish I married.

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